Okay, okay, I know that his name is… well, weird but his lyrics to popular music are hilarious, take his version of that Avril Larkvene (something like that) song…
Uh huh … extra cheese
Uh huh, uh huh … save a piece for me
Pizza, party at your house
I went, just to check it out
Nineteen extra larges
What a shame
No one came
Just us eatin’ all alone
You said, “Take the pizza home”
“No sense lettin’ all this go to waste”
So then I faced
Pizza all day
And every day
This cheese ’round the clock
Is gettin’ me blocked
And I sure don’t care
For irregularity
Tell me
Why’d you have to go and make me so constipated?
‘Cause right now I’d do anything to just get my bowels evacuated, in the bathroom
I sit and I wait and I strain and I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?
No no no
I was feelin’ pretty down
‘Till my girlfriend came around
We’re just so alike in every way
I gotta say
In fact, I just thought I might
Pop the question there that night
I was, kissing her so tenderly, but woe is me
Who would have guessed
Her family crest
I’d suddely spy
Tattooed on her thigh
And son-of-a-gun
It’s just like the one on me
Tell me
How was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin we never would have dated
What to do now? Should I go ahead and propose
And get hitched and have kids with eleven toes
And move to Alabama where that kind of thing is tolerated?
No no no
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
I had so much on my mind
I thought, maybe I’d unwind
Try out, that new roller coaster ride
And the guide
Said not to stand
But that’s a demand
That I couldn’t meet
I got on my feet
And stood up instead
And knocked off my head, you see
Tell me
Why’d I have to go and get myself decapitated?
It really is a major inconvienience
Oh man, I really hate it
It’s such a drag now
I can’t eat I can’t breathe I can’t snore I can’t belch or yodel anymore
Can’t spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated
Oh no, why’d I have to go and get myself all mutilated?
I gotta tell ya
Life without a head kinda makes me irritated
What a bummer
I can’t blink I can’t talk I can’t sneeze
But my neck is enjoying a pleasant breeze now
Haven’t been the same since my head and I were separated
No no no
I can no longer hear “Complicated” without thinking of that version. There are some other good ones too - check out “Couch Potato” (a parody of “Lose Yourself”).
You just discovered Weird Al? Get the Greatest Hits, as they have some of his really good old school hits.
Well-I’m glad you guys have discovered Wierd Al! You should know he has been around from my day–and his parodies were wonderful in those days. Now—I don’t know any of the songs he is paroding, so I can’t get the humor and don’t follow him. Time marches on!
Grandpa